Refraction


•   October 24 2012 // poetry   •

A poem by Daniel Barrow; a selection of whose work will appear in Clinic III

Refraction
For L.

“Separation penetrates the disappearing person like
a pigment” – Walter Benjamin

through 6am coffee steam I’m caught
in the eye’s corner     a shift,
a smear of limb, shape hollowed
to an archipelago
a scattering of blanched glances
the hand that flickers until
it’s mine     tasting bitter morning

you seem to know the stranger
hanging fraught in the door-glass
honest ghost whose voice you’d share,
you’d sleep in       our silence pries the gap
nerves burning out       & you’d sing
of your content     till summer blots
me out
              with transparency